Marshmellow (evangelion_100) wrote in bleeding_words,
Marshmellow
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Limits

Walking down a busy avenue
on a summer evening I see
people
walking past, out of the
corner
of my eye

but I do not look
directly at them,
into their
eyes

Social norms dictate
that one should not
look
into a stranger's
soul

I politely ignore
the stream of people
passing me by
under the burning summer sun

I don't acknowledge them,
their existence,
but I see
them

I stop
to have a cigarette
and as the smoke curls
and dances
in the sunlight,
then moves into the shadow
of the brick buildings
nearby

A woman
stops and
looks
directly at me,
she looks right where my eyes
should be
in this skull
as she walks
past

She looked right
at
me,
but I'm still not sure
that she
really
saw
me.
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